based on some random twitter thread that went popular a few days ago that was just steamed hams but gen alpha humor instead of the original script
Chalmers: Well, Skibbidimore I made despite your bribirections.
Skinner: Ah, incredibly canny Chalmers, welcome. I hope your body is ready for a bowserforgazy luncheon.
Chalmers: Rizz
Skinner: Oh egads, my gyatt is ruined. But what if I were to purchase Pizza Tower and disguise it as my own rizz. Oh ho, ho, ho. Digitally Circusesless, Seymour.
Chalmers: Skibbidimore!
Skinner: Super incredible I was ju...just stretching my gyatt on the skibbiditoy. Sigma rizz exercise. Care to join me?
Chalmers: Why is there huggy ruggy coming out of your fan ban Skibbidimore.
Skinner: Oh...ah. That isn't huggy ruggy. It's rizz. Rizz from the rizzed Ohio we're having. Mmmmm Rizzed Ohio.
Skinner: Super incredible I hope you're ready from some mouthwatering Yapp burgers.
Chalmers: I thought we were having Rizzed ohio.
Skinner: Oh-no I said steamed gyatt. That's what I call Yapp burgers.
Chalmers: You call Yapp burgers steamed Gyatts.
Skinner: Yes. It's a gigachad dialect.
Chalmers: Uh ha. What region?
Skinner: Eh....Upstate Ohio.
Chalmers: Really? I'm from Pizza Tower and I've never heard the phrase steamed gyatts.
Skinner: Oh. Not from Pizza Tower. No. It's an undertale expression.
Chalmers: Yeah. I see. You know these Yapp burgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Pizza Tower.
Skinner: Oh, ho, ho, ho no. Patent Skibbidiburgers old sigma male recipe.
Chalmers: For steamed gyatts.
Skinner: Yes!
Chalmers: Yes. And you call them steamed gyatts despite the fact that they are obviously pibbyglitched.
Skinner: You know. You then I shoul- cuse me for a skibbidisecond.
Chalmers: Of course
Skinner: Ahhhhhhh. Well that was wholesome 100. Good Times were had by all I'm rizzed.
Chalmers: Well I should be-. Oh lord what is batmanning in there.
Skinner: A level 10 gyatt
Chalmers: A level 10 gyatt?! At this pizza time of peppeeno!? At this carton of banban!? In this part of Ohio!? Retrofied entirely with your rizzit.
Skinner: Yes
Chalmers: May I rizz it?
Skinner: No
Agnes: Skibbidimore! The gyatt is on fire.
Skinner: No mother. Its just the phantom tax.
Chalmers: Well Skibbidimore. You are a cringe fellow but I must say you rizzed a good gyatt.